Best Merriness Poems
The mulberry fell to its knees;
in Smith-Gilbert Garden, it prays,
near the moss-stone steps;
and I look on, in curiosity.
It was an oddity, but I learned
of its plight. In sorrow, we make
it right, a great fall onto infrangible ground.
Like a bonsai tree, twisted.
Listed, like a ship at storm,
but sailors will never use nets,
to cast, for silent butterflies;
In July, they gather.
Hereby is Summer magic,
buzzing bees, buckeyes, swallowtails
and painted ladies (sailors swear by them).
Yes, all the prayers needed.
Unimpeded, the mulberry fell,
whilst fluttering wings that disappear
in season’s cold, bring merriness,
there’s little hope for thee.
Still, we visit the treasure that bows,
climb the steps, for a further glimpse.
This garden is where I stroll
among the butterflied tree.
"The Folk Dance"
On the backs of well formed muscular miners
Working hard in the trenches on a daily basis
For the men who need coal, fat cats and such
Dirty, sweaty and tireless toil try to wear them down
Dehydration and soot inhalation runs rampant
An epidemic throughout lower Appalachia
The jobs they need, for their survival indeed
Their meager paychecks insist they must do it for the love
Ten to fourteen hour shifts and then they collapse on the bed
Six days of the week it's merciless work to anybody
Sunday comes and they can take a day of rest
A certain buzz going around electrifies every last person
Timing is just right to surprise the deserving workers
Since people have prepared to throw down a hoe down!
The good old fashioned type with the elongated dresses
In classic style with seemingly everybody statewide participating
With a do-se-do and an allemande left good country spirits spin uproariously
Twisting and turning to chanted rhythms on a hard packed dirt floor
Inhibitions are nowhere to be found amongst these family friendly folk
Arm in arm with strangers they know each other wants a fair time
Soon the energy starts rocking to the extended company outside
The hootenanny has grown too big for just one barn, they are tireless
"Well Shucks." says the fat cat "I don't work them hard enough!"
Watching from afar he fumbles with his pocket watch just a little miffed
A raucous good time for a genuinely good people
The orchestrator slows it down some and pulls out his granddaddy's autoharp
Relaxing to an old fashioned twang, the couples do their thing
Getting closer to each other rocking calmly to and fro
Feeling four minutes of tenderness with filled loving concentration
Because those seconds are the fleeting ones
Then the banjos bring the pace back up to complement rowdy fiddles
Moving and twirling, elation fills the air for a chance at remembering
Why they are alive for each other, ingenious in its simplicity
While Merriness is their motto
And not even the coal mines can make them forget that
Pub in Yorkshire with stout and ale aplenty.
Red faces sweating with alcohol's influence.
Singing fine songs in reverie and ecstasy.
Salivating at arrival of that succulent essence.
Tender juicy slices of beef covered with gravy.
A splendour when touched by crispy bubbling pudding.
Roast potatoes smiling that wicked grin for tongue's activity.
Forks and knives clatter in haste for that delight of tasty supping.
Drowning that deliciousness with ale.
Rhyming lyrics midst throng of patrons' happiness.
Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding you made me hale.
I will visit you often and celebrate tummy's warmth in merriness.
What's In Your Will?
Not everyone has houses or lands, gold or silver, stocks or bonds, IRA’S or CD’S, Cars or cash, insurance policies, etc. But that does not mean we have nothing to leave behind when we depart this earth. The best things in life are still free, and there can be great qualities in our lives that are well worth the leaving. So why not make a ‘None-Material Possession Will’, and describe from A to Z what you wish to leave behind. i.e.
A ATTITUDES THAT ARE GOOD WILL OPEN DOORS
B BOLDNESS IS STRONGER THAN COWARDICE
C COURTEOUSNESS IS NOT A WEAKNESS
D DECISIVENESS IS A FOOT- FORWARD ACTION
E ENERGY IS THE SPARK THAT IGNITES THE MIND
F FAITHFULNESS BUILDS CONFIDENCE
G GOODNESS HAS NO SUBSTITUTE
H HONESTY CREATES BELIEVERS IN YOU
I INTELLIGENCE IS NOT LIMITED TO NUMBERS
J JOY IS FAR SUPERIOR TO HAPPINESS
K KINDNESS IS ITS OWN REWARD
L LOVE GIVES MORE THAN IT RECEIVES
M MERRINESS NEED NOT WAIT FOR CHRISTMAS
N NICENESS IS BLIND TO THE OBJECT OF ITS AFFECTION
O OBEDIENCE CAN COMMAND WHAT IT HAS SUBMITTED TO
P PLEASANTNESS IS AN INWARD CONDITION OF THE HEART
Q QUIETNESS CREATES OPPORTUNITIES FOR HEALING
R READINESS IS THE DOOR THAT OPENS OPPORTUNITY
S STABILITY CALMS AND HOLDS EVERYTHING TOGETHER
T TIMELINESS PREFERS TO STEP IN AFTER READINESS
U UNSELFISHNESS WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU ALONE
V VIBRANCY HAS ROOTS FUELED BY MOTIVATION
W WILLINGNESS UNCLOGS THE PIPES OF STUBORNESS
X XENIA (Ze-ni-e [Greek = Hospitality] )
Y YOUTHFULNESS IS A ONCE IN A LIFE-TIME DEAL
Z ZEAL GREATLY AIDS IN THE PATH TO VICTORY
Post102921PSCtest, Alphabet Soup, William Kekaula
2ND CONTEST ENTRY 51722, ABCEDARIAN POEM,
Caren Krutsinger. 2P
Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions
They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”
Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!
They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”
Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving
They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?
“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
“Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”
Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery!
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly –
Their lack of optimism and gratitude
Buried them down in captivity
How can you bear their poverty?
How can He save them from destruction and pity?
They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…”
Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!
Ludicrous childhood -
It's a sweet, sun-drenched day at
The beach with family!
Spunky and childish -
Throwing sand everywhere...fun!
I aim at strangers ~x~
Craaaazy memories
I still remember Summer
And its beach wonders!
Obnoxious laughter
Is heard as we step foot in
Freezing, salt water...x.x
The beach is God's pool
It's like a playground - tides come
ROLLIN' IN...splashing!
We can't stay in one place
We're drifting away
Into a phase of youth's bliss...
We can't keep a steady pace
We're slippin' and fallin' and slidin'
But we wrap around our merriness
We're swimmin' and playin' around
Without a single care
We're playing
A game of
/Truth/ /OR/ /Dare/
Hopping across fields of happiness
Early-morning Fluffy rejoices in the edibles of earth
Glowing white and pearly, a real spunky bunny
Points her petite, pink nose upward to daylight’s boundless birth
Fluffy personifies cute, cuddly impulsiveness
Jumping skyward when she perceives birds
A teeny-weeny bunny feels like eating something yummy
And unearthed veggie delights are preferred
Adorable Fluffy hops to kids with contentedness
To be petted by children moving back and forth
Catching their gazes requires Fluffy to be jumpy
While competing with their laughs to be heard
Dancing grasslands and flowers evoke merriness
In the wind, requiring Fluffy to be alert
Watching the merry bunny nibble food is so funny
Then away she goes, sneaking under the fence, undeterred
Fearless Fluffy, famous for her choosiness
For natural treasures that she’s unearthed,
Her earthly bounty provides the sunny
Orange carrots as reimbursement.
In springtime, Fluffy displays fuzziness
Fennel, hay, crisps, and zucchini are her preferred
So, when fuzzy Fluffy plays joyfully in the country
This dancing cottontail will hide the chicken’s eggs for disbursement
Throughout the rabbit kingdom, coats of arms are emblazoned with sunniness
Warming her boundless heart
Fluffy is undoubtedly a lucky bunny
Living life lovingly, lighthearted and reaffirmed
Mundanely divine!
Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters
We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility
We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...
How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue?
I'll shut out the feeling of anguish
You'll get what you wish
We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!
Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress
You'll experience a wonderful opportunity
So you may feel at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together
We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together
Flying on the wings of an eagle,
Flitting, hither and thither,
Peering at fields of hay
At dancing branches.
Boring into mirror of a blue lake,
And catching the glint in eyes of a darting deer.
Sightless but seeing and feeling surges of solace,
As rest on the throne of a tree-top waiting.
In this land where mortal men are no more,
In this land where only nature and animals abound,
Waiting for the dawn and the sun's revelation.
Noah and God appeared as shadows,
Rising through creamy mist of day's beginning,
Embracing me. "It has come to this, my man.
Live now in this place where there's no sin or sinner.
Rejoice in the cool waters of His lake,
Drink the juice of the fruits that adorn this kingdom,"
God said and then a spark of merriness ignited my soul
While Noah smiled in the glow of His magnificence.
Now I knew I'd reached the new world
Midst the songs of the eagle and the dancing forest.
I wish
To demolish my sorrow…
I wish
To forget the despair and gleefully grow…
To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow…
My downfalls and my failures…
I wish
To disappear
I wish
I had no fear…
For God’s near…
I wish
I could be a cheetah in the grassland
I wish
To store all of my energy for an evening run…I’d never give up in the process
I wish
My whole spirit could simply sponge in God’s nature and make great progress
And I truly wish
I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God
I wish
I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships…
My countless wishes
Brings me down to my weakest point…
My countless wishes
Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run…
I wish I could forgive
My daily regrets and breakdowns
I wish I could forget
My despondency – embracing my frowns
I wish
To live a life without error
Without a care
I wish
To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions
And scare away
The darkness that tries to make me give up
I wish
I had more time to overcome…
These waves of emotions
My countless wishes
Brings me down to my disheartened state…
My countless wishes
Are like walls from every direction closing in on me…
But it’s a convenient tool in the future…
I wish
I could be live in someone else’s shoes…
But what good would it do?
Would it lead me to the narrow pathway?
Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away?
Would it push away the blues?
Could He give me any clues?
April came and the rains did fall,
May and June came with flowers for all.
Summer brought the heat of season,
and people sat in the living room air-condition.
Fall brought colors bright and bold,
Halloween haunted spirits nights cold.
And as the last leaf fell off the now naked tree,
Winter came and slapped a freezing spree.
In the lively hood of the dancing spring,
bustling actives merriness brings.
“Beyond the silence of summers end,”
the roll of the school bus wheels begin.
The school bus wheels rolling is great for me,
being a monitor provides my paycheck you see.
So “beyond the silence of summers end,”
the ride onto educational pursuit grins.
Abiku!
Friend nor foe
Named from above.
A gift from the yard of elegbara
Olagbegi's kicking hope.
Abiku!
A dashing beauty she's bestowed,
enough to light a father's grope.
Abiku!
Asake's grace in barrenness.
Off and on, she would not mind
'Come, and i will call you mine,
'Mother' till then i'll bear'.
Abiku! Abiku!! Abiku!!!
Touch her not, she might live
One who dines with ebora dudu,
a company when she is set to leave.
Abiku!
Your visit i do not beseech.
Your mercy i only seek.
Ekuru and eko wine to your descent,
gracing the feet of oluwere.
Abiku!
In tears you delight
Merriness you found in sorrow.
Leave and never come back
One who feeds on her mother's back.
Abiku!
Shame, you have cursed till eternity
In flame, yet you are never tamed.
One whose trowel never dries,
From the cries of hopeless eyes.
Abiku!!!
I’m in between
The darkness and light…how can I make progress?
I’m in distress
The happiness…will never last – will never lead to
Everlasting success...
I’ll never reach
Soaring success…
I’m in between
Land and water
But, the grass on the other side is green
And I’ll remain
Unseen…
Unseen for life
Gobbling up repulsive strife
Invisible like the spirits…
Roaming the earth and haunting people
To the maximum
I’m in between
Merriness and desolation…how can I make progress?
I’m entwined in my mess
The jubilance…will have its end– will never lead to
Sky-high success…
I’ll never attain
Vivacious victory
I’m feeling numb –
I’m in between doubt and hope…
Not sure what shoulder I should lean on…
Not sure what path to take…my life’s at stake
And all I could do at this moment is mope
Trapped in a bewildered state…
Unfasten me out of this seatbelt
Before I melt away…before I subside
Away from your dynamic light
My faith towards Him converts to fright…
Don’t confiscate me from my homeland
Why do I have to depart tonight? I don’t understand…
I’m in between
Giving up and enduring…how can I seek blissfulness?
I’m under pressure…I’m compacted by tons of stress
The exultation…will soon wither away–
Goodbye to success...
Goodbye to my heart’s desire!
Forget about my progress
What does success require of me?
(just so that you know: Am I Close To Success is the 2nd part of this)
Cold dissipates as the Winter bird tweets.
Perpetual treat, that enters my ear, singsong
merriness, retreats all too quick, completes
its assignment, to the next neighbor, gets along.
Stillness of second Winter, naked oaks.
A seasonal painting as my window frames.
Upcoming Spring, the loss in April, brushstrokes
that paint a vivid scene, purple in flames.
Summer and Fall wedged in between, poking
the embers, sending smoke up the chimney hole.
On this side of heaven long days, never revoking
the pact to keep sealed in her urn, memories toll.
Still heaven is hope, hopeful days of endless sun,
seasons without pallor and pain, holding so soft
hands, hugging eternity, leaning on Tree of Life; one
family in the Lord; my mother’s eyes…I look aloft.
Watching the clock tick
And minutes passing by
Heavy in my heart
I tell you goodbye.
I wish you could just stay
With your youth and merriness
And dreams to change the world
But perhaps I was too late
Hours passed us by.
And I left you behind.
Looking at myself today
I remember you from yesterday.
You were a little more hopeful
Optimistic than what I am right now.
And I remember you ten years ago
A time when everything was possible.
Every door was open. And there were secrets to explore.
There comes a time
Perhaps in everyone’s life
When you look into the past more so than the future
When you feel there’s nothing worth waiting for
Perhaps for me, it came a bit too early.